IT cannot be. Where is that mightie joy, Which just now took up all my heart? Lord! if thou must needs use thy dart, Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy. The grosser world stands to thy word and art; But thy diviner world of grace Thou suddenly dost raise and race, And every day a new Creatour art. O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers May also fix their reverence: For when thou dost depart from hence, They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. Scatter, or binde them all to bend to thee: Though elements change, and heaven move; Let not thy higher court remove, But keep a standing majestie in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE AT FLORENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE SAILING LIST by BERTON BRALEY IN AFTER DAYS by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO JAMES KING OF BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, BOTH IN BIRTH AND VIRTUE, EARL OF CUMBERLAND by THOMAS CAMPION |